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Enter Lucilius.

Luc. Here, at your Lordship's fervice. 0. Alb. This fellow here, Lord Timon, this thy creature By night frequents my house. I am a man That from my first have been inclin'd to thrift, And my eftate deferves an heir more rais'd, Than one which holds a trencher.

Tim. Well: what further?

0. Ath. One only daughter have I, no kin else,
On whom I may confer what I have got:
The maid is fair, o' th' youngeft for a bride,
And I have bred her at my dearest coft,
In qualities of the best. This man of thine
Attempts her love: I pray thee, noble Lord,
Join with me to forbid him her refort;
My felf have fpoke in vain.

Tim. The man is honeft.

Q. Ath. Therefore he will obey Timon.
His honefty rewards him in it self,
It must not bear my daughter.
Tim. Does the love him?...
0. Atb. She is young, and apt:
Our own precedent paffions do inftruct us,
What levity's in youth.

Tim. Love you the maid?

Luc. Ay, my good Lord, and the accepts of it.
0. Atb. If in her marriage my confent be miffing,
I call the Gods to witnefs, I will chuse

Mine heir from forth the beggars of the world,
And difpoffefs her all.

Tim. How fhall fhe be endowed,

If the be mated with an equal husband?

0. Arb. Three talents on the prefent, in future all.
Tim. This gentleman of mine hath serv'd me long ;
To build his fortune I will strain a little,
For 'tis a bond in men. Give him thy daughter :
What you acftow, in him I'll counterpoife,

And make him weigh with her.

0. Atb. Moft noble Lord,

Pawn me to this your honour, fhe is his.


Tim. My hand to thee, mine honour on my promise.
Luc. Humbly I thank your Lordship: never may
That ftate or fortune fall into my keeping,
Which is not own'd to you!

[Ex. Luc. and O. Ath.
Poet. Vouchsafe my labour, and long live your Lordship!
Tim. I thank you, you fhall hear from me anon;
Go not away. What have you there, my friend?
Pain. A piece of painting, which I do beseech
Your Lordship to accept.

Tim. Painting is welcome.

The painted is almost the natural mán :
For fince difhonour trafficks with man's nature
He is but out-fide: pencil'd figures are
Ev'n fuch as they give out. I like your work,
And you fhall find I like it: wait attendance
'Till hear further from me.


Pain. The Gods preserve ye!

Tim. Well fare you, gentleman; Give me your hand,
We must needs dine together: Sir, your jewel
Hath fuffer'd under praise.

Jew. What, my Lord? difpraife?
Tim. A meer fatiety of commendations.
If I fhould pay you for❜t as 'tis extoll'd,
It would undo me quite.

Jew. My Lord, 'tis rated

As thofe which fell would give: but you well know,
Things of like value, differing in the owners,

Are by their mafters priz'd; Believ't, dear Lord,
You mend the jewel by the wearing it.

Tim. Well mock'd.

Mer. No, my good Lord, he fpeaks the common tongue,
Which all men fpeak with him.

Tim. Look who comes here.


Will you be chid ?

Jew. We'll bear it with your Lordship.
Mer. He'll fpare none.

Tim. Good-morrow to thee, gentle Apemantus!
Apem. 'Till I be gentle, ftay for thy good-morrow;
When I am Timon's dog, and thefe knaves honest.

Enter Apemantus.


Tim. Why doft thou call them knaves? thou know'st
Apem. Are they not Athenians?
Tim. Yes.

[them not.

Apem. Then I repent not.

Jew. You know me, Apemantus.

Apem. Thou know'ft I do, I call'd thee by thy name. Tim. Thou art proud, Apemantus.

Apem. Of nothing fo much, as that I am not like Timon. Tim. Whither art going?

Apem. To knock out an honest Athenian's brains.
Tim. That's a deed thou'lt die for.

Apem. Right, if doing nothing be death by the law.
Tim. How likeft thou this picture, Apemantus ?
Apem. The better, for the innocence.

Tim. Wrought he not well that painted it?

Apem. He wrought better that made the painter, and yet he's but a filthy piece of work.

Pain. Y'are a dog.

Apem. Thy mother's of my generation: what's fhe, if I be a dog?

Tim. Wilt dine with me, Apemantus ?

Apem. No, I eat not Lords.

Tim. If thou fhould'ft, thou'dft anger Ladies.

Apem. O, they eat Lords, fo they come by great bellies. Tim. That's a lafcivious apprehenfion.

Apem. So thou apprehend'ft it. Take it for thy labour, Tim. How doft thou like this jewel, Apemantus?

Apem. Not fo well as plain-dealing, which will not coft a man a doit.

Tim. What doft thou think 'tis worth?

Apem. Not worth my thinking-How now, poet?
Poet. How now, philofopher?

Apem. Thou lieft.

Poet. Art thou not one?
Apem. Yes.

Poet. Then I lie not.
Apem. Art not a Poet?
Poet. Yes.

Apem. Then thou lieft: look in thy laft work, where thou haft feign'd him a worthy fellow,


Poet. That's not feign'd, he is fo.

Apem. Yes, he is worthy of thee, and to pay thee for thy labour. He that loves to be flattered is worthy o' th' flatterer. Heav'ns, that I were a Lord!

Tim. What would'ft do then, Apemantus?

Apem. Ev'n as Apemantus does now, hate a Lord with my heart.

Tim. What, thy felf?
Apem. Ay.

Tim. Wherefore?

Apem. That I had fo hungry a wit to be a Lord. Art thou not a merchant ?

Mer. Ay, Apemantus.

Apem. Traffick confound thee, if the Gods will not!
Mer. If traffick do it, the Gods do it.
Apem.Traffick's thy God, and fo thy God confound thee
Trumpets found. Enter a Mellenger.

Tim. What trumpet's that?

Mef. 'Tis Alcibiades, and fome twenty horse, All of companionship.

Tim. Pray entertain them, give them guide to us; You must needs dine with me: go not you hence "Till I have thankt you; and when dinner's done Shew me this piece. I'm joyful of your fights. Enter Alcibiades with the reft. [Bowing and embracing.

Moft welcome, Sir!

Apem. So, fo! Aches contract, and ftarve your fupple joints! that there fhould be fmall love amongst these sweet knaves, and all this courtefie! the ftrain of man's bred out into baboon and monkey.

Alc. You have even fav'd my longing, and I feed Moft hungerly on your fight.

Tim. Right welcome, Sir.

Ere we do part, we'll share a bounteous time

In different pleasures. Pray you, let us in.



Manet Apemantus. Enter Lucius and Lucullus,
Luc. What time a day is't, Apemantus ?
Apem. Time to be honest.
Luc. Ay, that time ferves ftill.


Apem. The more accurfed thou that fill omitt'ft it.
Lucul. Thou art going to Lord Timon's feast.

Apem. Ay, to fee meat fill knaves, and wine heat fools. Lucul. Fare thee well, fare thee well.

Apem. Thou art a fool to bid me farewel twice.

Lucul. Why, Apemantus?

Apem. Thou fhould't have kept one to thy felf, for I mean to give thee none. Luc. Hang thy felf.

Apem. No, I will do nothing at thy bidding: make thy requests to thy friend.

Lucul. Away, unpeaceable dog, or I'll fpurn thee hence. Apem. I will fly, like a dog, the heels o' th' afs.

[Exit Apeme

Luc. He's oppofite to all humanity.
Come, fhall we in, and tafte Lord Timon's bounty?
He fure outgoes the very heart of kindness.

Lucul. He pours it out. Plutus, the God of gold,
Is but his ftew'rd: no meed but he repays
Seven-fold above it felf; no gift to him,
But breeds the giver a return exceeding
All ufe of quittance.

Luc. The nobleft mind he carries,

That ever govern'd man.

Lucul. Long may he live in fortunes! fhall we in?
Luc. I'll keep you company.


Another Room in Timon's Houfe.

Hautboys playing, loud Mufick. A great Banquet ferv'd in; and then enter Timon, Lucius, Lucullus, Sempronius and other Athenian Senators, with Ventidius. Then comes, dropping after all, Apemantus difcontentedly.

Ven. Moft honour'd Timon, it hath pleas'd the Gods
To call my father's age unto long peace.
He is gone happy, and has left me rich.
Then as in grateful virtue I am bound
To your free heart, I do return those talents,
Doubled with thanks and fervice, from whofe help
I deriv'd liberty.'

Tim. O, by no means,


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